Chapter 19

Chapter 19

In the main hall of the Fan family, a well-maintained middle-aged man angrily exclaimed, "Absurd! You are utterly absurd!"

"Fan Tu is seriously ill, and instead of sending her to the hospital, you listen to some online doctor! You should be ashamed, being college students in this modern age. Fan Xuan, you're a medical student, for heaven's sake. Aren't you embarrassed?"

Fan Xuan was just bringing out a large pot of brewed medicine from the kitchen, placing the iron pot in a large basin of cold water to cool it down quickly. Hearing this, he felt a bit awkward.

The speaker was Uncle Zhou, a long-time family friend of the Fans. His sister Fan Tu was dating Uncle Zhou's only son.

When Fan Tu suddenly fell ill, Uncle Zhou had been tirelessly helping her, using his connections to get them an appointment with a top specialist at a prestigious hospital in the capital.

Although Fan Xuan wasn't impressed by Zhou Haotian, his father, Uncle Zhou, was shaping up to be a great father-in-law.

Fan Xuan explained, "Uncle Zhou, Brother Haotian, my sister's condition is really special. Only Dr. Wu seemed to understand her condition. Even the best hospitals in the capital might not have a cure."

As he spoke, Fan Xuan immediately took the Zhou father and son to Fan Tu's bedroom. The girl lay in the center of a large bed, a bizarre, bright red plant sprouting from her head. Even the well-traveled Mr. Zhou was taken aback by Fan Tu's bizarre state.

Zhou Haotian stood by the bed, his gaze fixed on the bud atop Fan Tu's head, his eyes reflecting the dim light of the curtain-drawn room.

Noticing their shock, Fan Xuan shrugged and addressed Mr. Zhou. "Uncle Zhou, now you see why we put our faith in Dr. Wu Heng, don't you?"

Mr. Zhou's frown was so deep it could have crushed a fly.

Fan Xuan couldn't help but notice that Uncle Zhou looked rather dashing, even with a frown. His sister, who was a sucker for good looks, had initially been attracted to Uncle Zhou's elegant and handsome appearance. His youthful photos had won over many girls, and she figured his son, given the genes, was likely just as handsome. That's why she was open to dating Zhou Haotian, who was studying overseas.

Seeing the bud's roots deeply embedded in Fan Tu's scalp, Mr. Zhou clenched his teeth and insisted, "This is just some bizarre illness. She needs to go to a top hospital and have it removed."

Surgery can fix any tumor.

As a med student, Fan Xuan knew better than Mr. Zhou that not every condition calls for surgery, and not every 'tumor' can be simply cut out.

Besides... Fan Xuan had a gut feeling that someone was targeting his sister, and it wasn't as straightforward as it seemed. Despite Wu Heng's youth and enigmatic nature, and the fact that no one had dug up his past, Fan Xuan instinctively trusted him and was eagerly awaiting the follow-up in two days.

Realizing they couldn't change his mind, the two men had no choice but to leave.

As they drove home, the father and son continued to debate Fan Tu's strange ailment.

Mr. Zhou pondered, stroking his chin, "Maybe I should arrange for the expert to come to our T province and see Fan Tu at home? To prevent the Fan family from desperately seeking any online doctor and delaying the treatment."

Mr. Zhou knew his son wasn't much, just a conservative rich second generation, while Fan Tu was like a beautiful flower stuck in cow dung.

"Sure, Dad," Zhou Haotian nodded, a cold glint in his eyes, "In my opinion, that kind of online shaman should be reported for practicing without a license! I heard he's still a minor, definitely unlicensed."

Mr. Zhou frowned again, scolding, "Don't be stupid! Why report him for unlicensed practice now?"

Of course, Mr. Zhou didn't believe in online shamans and agreed with his son that Wu Heng was a charlatan, but reporting him now would only offend the future in-laws.

Zhou Haotian lowered his head, lost in thought. Seeing his son silent, Mr. Zhou softened his tone. "You're just concerned about your girlfriend. Think things through before acting in the future."

Zhou Haotian had grown a lot these days and even gave his father a gift.

After all, it's his future wife, and it's normal to be overly concerned. His own marriage hadn't been smooth, so naturally, he hoped his son's future marriage wouldn't end up like his.

However, Mr. Zhou became somewhat interested in Wu Heng. After parting ways with his son, he downloaded the Shark Video Platform and searched for Chengde Medical Hall.

Chengde Medical Hall already had two million followers but had only posted one introductory video.

Not finding any special information, Mr. Zhou yawned and was about to exit the short video platform when he noticed that the avatar of Chengde Medical Hall had a red border, indicating it was live streaming.

He's actually live now.

Wu Heng streams whenever the mood strikes—no set schedule.

With nothing better to do, Mr. Zhou clicked in to see what kind of online shaman could fool college students like Fan Tu and Fan Xuan.

The stream was glitchy, and as soon as it opened, the chat was blowing up about Tu Tu growing a flower on her head.

"This streamer is legit. I scoured ancient medical books all night—nothing about flowers growing on heads! If you pull this off, it'll go down in medical history."

"I checked with metaphysics experts—Tu Tu's definitely cursed."

"Two more days till the flower blooms? So hyped!"

"Lots of folks tried the beauty well challenge, but no one else ended up like Tu Tu."

"Can we get a new patient on the line?"

Mr. Zhou frowned at the chat. The comments were wild.

They trust some unlicensed online shaman over a legit top hospital? The internet never fails to surprise.

Mr. Zhou stayed quiet, just watching the stream.

Wu Heng said, "We'll circle back to Tu Tu. Let's get a new patient on."

As soon as he said this, the audience got excited. This shaman nails it with tough, rare cases.

Soon, a viewer joined, and the camera revealed a hospital bed in the background.

A woman in a hospital gown was on the bed, scratching her belly button like no one was watching.

"Yikes... with thousands watching, she couldn't clean up a bit?"

"What's her deal? Her belly button's all red from scratching."

"Back in the hospital? They couldn't fix it? That's scary."

"The family looks off, too."

"Dr. Wu Heng, we're finally on with you!" the patient's family member shouted excitedly.

Mr. Zhou, still watching, frowned hard.

The camera jolted, catching a few blurry figures. The volume cranked up, and a faint voice whispered, "Explain the condition first."

Just a quick glimpse, but Mr. Zhou spotted the white-haired old man nearby. He looked familiar.

The car stopped in the Zhou family's private parking space. Mr. Zhou, holding his phone and watching the live stream, got out and walked towards the villa.

The patient's family member looked stiff, as if it was hard to speak: "The condition is... it's..."

Mr. Zhou suddenly stopped, his expression changing unpredictably.

"Wait, he seems to be..." He suddenly remembered who the old man who briefly appeared in the camera was—it seemed to be the former dean of the capital city's hospital!

Mr. Zhou couldn't care less about the live stream and immediately searched on his browser. The photo he found matched the old man he just saw—it really was the former dean!

The ex-dean of a top hospital sneaking around to connect with an online doc? Unbelievable!

Mr. Zhou had some suspicions in his mind when he suddenly heard a deep, booming voice from the livestream: "You must be Dr. Wu Heng, right?"

Li Hao and the others were still at the clinic, working as apprentices and cleaning diligently, occasionally casting admiring glances at Wu Heng, who was livestreaming in the corner.

Li Hao had already contacted his father, who arranged for a 5G base station to be set up in Nan Nuo Village overnight! That's why they hadn't left yet.

In an effort to gain favor with Wu Heng, Li Hao and the others were busy running errands when they saw several tall figures enter the clinic and stand in front of Wu Heng, taking out their credentials and handing them over.

Wu Heng looked up at them and immediately knew who they were, nodding, "I am Wu Heng."

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"What's going on?"

"Damn, why is the screen black? Is the network bad?"

Mr. Zhou glared at his blacked-out phone, muttering curses under his breath. His mind was glued to the livestream, so he didn't watch where he was going. As he passed through his garden, he overheard two gardeners chatting, "These past couple of days, I've been scrolling through short videos, and they're all about the beauty well water makeover trend. They're quite fun to watch, and it makes me want to try it myself."

"Right? I heard that pouring cold water over your head makes flowers sprout, and it's all handsome guys and beautiful girls."

The two gardeners chatted excitedly, swinging their water hoses around wildly. A jet of water shot straight toward Mr. Zhou.

Mr. Zhou was startled and had no time to dodge. The water jet drenched him from head to toe, instantly soaking him completely.

The gardeners were shocked, freezing for a moment when they realized it was Mr. Zhou.

"Sir, you... you're also filming the water-pouring makeover video? You... you..."

Mr. Zhou was utterly confused. What on earth were they talking about?

The gardeners looked horrified, their fingers trembling as they pointed at Mr. Zhou's head.

Mr. Zhou knew something was wrong. Ignoring his drenched state, he stretched out a shaky hand to touch his head, then felt upward to the top of his head.

Where his head had been flat before, there was now a protrusion. He felt something like a plant stem, and as he touched further up, he seemed to feel a flower bud.

The texture!

The shape!

It felt exactly like what was on Fan Tu's head.

No way!

Out of all the people who filmed the beauty well water makeover videos, none of them had any issues. How could a handsome middle-aged man in his forties like him be affected?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Mr. Zhou's mind was racing. His face went ghostly pale, and he scrambled to open his phone's camera to see what was happening to him. Before he could open it, he received a video call from Fan Xuan.

In the video, Fan Tu seemed to have just poured the potion over her head. The flower bud on her head, about to bloom, was glistening with droplets of the potion, full of vitality.

Fan Tu, who had been sleeping all this time, opened her eyes and greeted him energetically, "Uncle Zhou, my brother just told me you came to visit me. Don't worry about me, Dr. Wu Heng is really amazing."

Mr. Zhou: "!!!"

Of course, he wasn't worried about Fan Tu now—he was worried about himself!

Mr. Zhou's mind was reeling. He opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly his vision blurred, and he staggered.

The gardeners cried out, "Sir!"

The gardeners, ignoring their fear, rushed to support Mr. Zhou.

Before passing out, Mr. Zhou summoned his last strength, clenched his teeth, and shouted, "Quick! Help me find Wu Heng!"